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HERE'S A HEALTH TO ALL GOOD LASSES. .
HERE's a health to all good lasses,
Let the bumper toast go round;
For with them true joys are found.
THE FAIRIES' SONG.-A TRIO.
THE HUNTERS' CHORUS.
We roam thro' the forest and over the mountain,
No joys of the court or the banquet like this; And then sunset glowing by some leafy-fountain,
To crown our red goblet with young beauty's kiss..
Then end our bright evening with dance and with sing
ging, Till night spreads her mantle o'er vale and o’er wood; Thro’ rock and thro’ forest our horns gaily ringing, Farewell to the day star that sets in the flood.
Follow hark, &c. Or should icy winter be hailing or snowing,
Or summer look red thro' the yellow bair'd corn; Or breezes.are flowing or wild winds are blowing,
Still rings thro' the forest the huntsman's gay horn. Then end our bright evening with dance and with sing
ing, Till night spreads her mantle o'er vale and o'er wood; Thro' rock and thro’ forest our horns gaily ringing, Farewell to the day-star that sets in the flood.
Follow hark, &c.
CHAIRS 10 MEND.-A ROUND.
CHAIRS to mend! old chairs to mend!
Take money for your old rags!
THE TRUE HEARTED FELLOW.
I drink to my neighbors and friend,
For life, I know, shortly must end;
With good liquor I'll make myself mellow;
Like a jolly and true hearted fellow. I'll ne'er trouble my head with the cares of the nation,
I've enough of my own for to mind, For the cares of this life are but grief and vexation,
To death we must all be consign’d; Then I'll laugh, drink, and smoke, and leave nothing to
pay, But drop like a pear that is mellow, And when cold in my coffin, I'll leave them to say
He's gone, what a hearty good fellow!
THE GLASSES SPARKLE ON THE BOARD.
THE glasses sparkle on the board,
The wine is ruby bright,
Of ease and fond delight.
Then let us feast the soul;
This world they say, is a world of woe,
But that I do deny;
Or pain from beauty's eye?
When they would joys control:
Let's drown it in the bowl.
Then surely it is wise,
And seize him as he flies.
The moments as they roll: If any care or pain remain,
Why drown it in the bowl.
OF ALL THE GUESTS.
Within Toledo's walls,
And stoutly about him calls,
Tney smile at each other,
Both bottle and brother;
Good lack! good lack!
'Tother bottle of sack, Yes, Father, says I-and it's off in a crack. The Doctor can swallow a poor man's fees;
The soldier can swallow a bail; The Lawyer, I'll venture whatever you please,
Will swallow the devil and all.
But of all who at swallowing have a good nack,
Then call for some more,
Yes, father, &c.
A CHAPTER OF GOOD THINGS.
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
And we're all good fellows together,
With a good deal of very good wine in it;
And to finish, we must begin it,
And good company sitting round it;
A glass is good, &c.
For that's a good time to try him;
With such a good present you buy him,
A glass is good, &c.